| From now and forever it’s the likwit emcee
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| «from now and forever it’s the likwit emcee» -scratched by tony touch
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| Danger danger, wild west ranger ranger
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| Rearrange’a the mark ass stranger
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| Behold, the look on my face stone cold
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| With a rare cowboy style that never grow old
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| I’m the golden state bear with a rough flare, plus debanare
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| Time for me and mine, but for any kind I can’t care
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| Stormy weather rain liquid
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| Defari con tony toca, tash, and xzibit
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| Break necks bounce with it when I spit it
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| Knockin this jam is a form of calastenics
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| Let it knock when you mashin down the block
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| Rims spank with the car wash
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| Watch the bitches stop
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| An look, always stay five steps ahead
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| Hard at work, while you tricks lay in bed
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| Dead to the world but? |
| hayru? |
| he be the sun
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| Always burnin, ''cause my job is never done
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| Run from one time I rather dump an ak
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| Thats for all the black and brown that got carried away
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| To the morg, when I look in the mirror I see the lord
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| «oh my god» -scratched by tt
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| Since niggas wanna set trip
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| It’s time to start the checklist
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| Tash the likwit rhymer runnin through your city reckless
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| Blame it on the hennisey, we drink that shit for breakfast
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| My style be standin out like my homie tony’s necklace
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| This is flawless raw’less for ya ballers
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| Nah, fuck y’all, this is for all my drunken alcoholiks
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| Nah, fuck dat, this is for my homie tony touch
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| I told ya homeboy we come through in the clutch
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| New york, l.a. |
| it’s not the same thing
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| Y’all niggas rob, out here we gangbang
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| Guns to the ammo, niggas think they rambo
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| Standin on the corner with they khakis and they flannel
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| Dang yo' flow sound just like d’s
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| Who wanna battle three g’s for t’s
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| Please, read it off the lips of the alki-bumrusher
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| Fuck you up so bad, tony wouldn’t wanna touch ya
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| Say what?
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| Say what?
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| Say what?
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| Say what?
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| Say what?
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| Say what?
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| I’ll fuck you up so bad, tony wouldn’t wanna touch ya
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| Say what?
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| I’ll fuck you up so bad, tony wouldn’t wanna touch ya
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| Lets get upclose and personal, malicious, sid vicious
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| I bang bitches, you might find yourself missin tonight
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| Rapper’s delight, keep it at the house but ain’t fuckin it right
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| Got’choo stuck in the headlights, can’t move
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| Impact is all of the sudden, vehicular homicide
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| But I ain’t stoppin for nothin
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| Me and my cousin, strong buzzin, and playin a dozen
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| Pushin and shovin', leads to gettin sucked and rolled up
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| Like a nigga with a mask and a gun, hold up
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| Rappers act like they ain’t gon' die for small fry
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| Try to reply, don’t touch what you ain’t gon' buy
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| I ain’t gon' lie, motherfucker love to get high
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| Barely get by with scraps and pennies
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| Now we winnin grammy’s and emmy’s
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| And party with the henni and remi
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| Got a big bang theory nigga keepin it hot
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| Its the art versus? |
| ?? |
| or not
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| «let me show some off me skills here»
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| «alright…that does it» |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Likwit Rhyming , by - Tash. Song from the album Publicity Stunt, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп